Summer, on the road to success, bald..

That's what's up.

Well, the inconvenience that my "golf armbow" (term of diagnostics*) was causing me to take a quick decision. Let's put it this way. I won't pop NSAID pills till I have a gastric ulcer ('cuz that's what they are known to cause). Nah, it's a real sad story, but it just wouldn't click right. So here I am, waiting for a new hook.

Anyways..
I havn't cut my hair in eight months or so, which has made me look like something like a scarecrow. My fiancé must be ashamed of being seen with me, really. So, today we went to the mall, bought a fresh Remington hair-cutting machine.


It did it's part, and it did it well! Had to snap a video when the first curl fell to the floor.

Enjoy..

The weekend's passed!

Yeah, it was hectic, really. The city was in full boom since the students were having their annual graduation party. Guess why? It's core is located in my neighbourhood. This ment I got to see a couple of friends from that city where I made a few rough years in the arm. Christoffer had brought my skateboard, how kind of him. On the evening we split up though, 'cuz he was on the mood for some heavy mind-poisoning.



So, the day went on. Saturday around dinner time me and my beloved fiancé took a long biketrip to the other side of the city (just to make a trip somplace, I suppose), when my phone rang and I had my close friend Fredrik in my ear. He was in the city, they had driven Friday night, just to get a hung on the happening. So, I went to see him. It was really nice, since I havn't seen him for like half a year. Time really moves ahead of our own minds. Cheeze us, like I used to shout out loud instead of "Jesus!" (wicked misunderstanding which looped at age 4~13).

Anyways, now all those people are back up north, making the struggly worth it's wild. Every day, a new struggle. Oh lord, this town (my neighbourhood in particular) was left like it's been hit by a stroke of lightning. Yeah, glass everywhere! Damnit, I hate glass. I can't understand how I've managed to avoid having a flat tire, guess it's reaching in upon me, hrhr..

Anyways..
No Country For Old Men was a kick-ass movie with a superb ending.

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So, the final question now..


Will I be able to skate in these shoes without wrecking the seams immediately? We'll see..

My forearm really hurts!

This illustration is ripped from the web, but I think it really shows the pain. That red area, crazy. I've had this little injury every now and then since a couple of years back when I played an MMORPG game, but my current work is really making it hurt.

In Swedish the combined name for this sorts of injuries is 'musarm', which could be cynically translated into something like 'The hand that has been using the mouse too much', even though fifthen year olds finds it amusing to use it in a vulgar context.

Gash, I really need to find some help for this über-inflamed nest of of sinews. Gaah, the worst thing is that the health centre really just gives you a subscription of NSAID pills, which causes gastric ulcer and other painful conditions for side effects. It seems that there are no simple sollution. Once you have your "click sinew" wack, it will stay weak, with symptoms coming and going, depending [mostly] on how much time you spend behind the monitor.

Well, I think I'll get myself a specialist or some kind, very soon..

Anyways, here's an [open source] software application to remind you about regular breaks with animations of smooth exercises to avoid these sorts of strain injuries.

GNU Software: Workrave
Wiki: Repetitive Strain Injury

Movie: Shrek the Third

Finally got too watch it the other night. It was nice. Good morals, yet I would lie if I gave the jokes my full approvement. Nah, the quality was mediocre at it's best.



Anyways, we ate salmon with potatoes for late dinner.
Tasted delicious! :-)

Smooth Sunday

First of all we watched a movie that I've had in my DVD collection for almost two years without finding time to watch. "The Man Who Wasn't There" with Billy Bob Thornton. I had an idea about it being a great film, so this felt good.



It was a great story. Not really sure if that's what they call triangle drama (so I'll let » Wiki « decide that for me). Anyways, the film was awsome. Perhaps you could say it was a bit "slow" somewhere just before the middle, but then the twist with the mistress (using fuzzy expressions not to spoil) had a sudden twist, so the interest of the story was maintained.

The dinner then? Gosh I think I'll never go for a Mc'Donalds burger again. Yeah, you heard me. We made our own hamburgers, and they were NICE. I ate five of them, and it was really a moment when the saying "appetite comes with eating" came in it's full context. I ate five(!) hamburgers, the fifth and last was a double(!)burger with loads of cheese. Knock that one of the cabin if you dare, whoa! :-)

Pictures, in your honour..

Late night in the city

"Sounds a bit like Sex and the city"
--My fiancé (about my choice of headline)

Anyways, I've had a great night. People has been talking about this "Kulturnatta" event all week, and tonight it was finally happening. From what I've heard it was supposed to be a fest of fiftheen year olds, heavy drunk on moonshine. Scary, huh. Well, had to see it with my own eyes. Well, actually I wasn't so interested in the event itself, since I hadn't heard about any other artists than the Swedish legend Thomas Di Leva, which I have nothing against really, it's just that he's a bit too 'mainstream emo' for my taste. Anyways, we thought it would be okey to just check the pulse downtown, so we scheduled this event as tonight's big plan. Then what? After my beloved fiancé's awsome cooked dinner, I read the magazine with the artist listings. It comes to my knowledge that Afasi & Filthy, one of my favorite Swedish rhyme-swingers, is going to kick it live. I've never ever seen them live on stage, so I got all wired up. So we went. First thing we saw when we had left our bicycles were a fight. It took only a couple of minutes for the police to get there, so hopefully the bad guys had what they deserved. It was still half an hour until they would enter the stage, so we were just strolling around in the city. I took a pee in the alley, due to the waiting lines for the public toilets. Just before the band went on stage there was a clique of local emcees doing their preview-thing. I thought I recognized the guy behind the mixer as a guy I was corresponding with over the net a couple of years ago. Anyways, AFC got up front and everyone shouted. The crowd got bigger and the sound blew the speakers. Afasi started with a statement about how he was happy to be in U-town, plus that he had seen the - big - stage in the middle of the city (where Di Leva held his show), and that he was a bit dissapointed over the fact they had only this (which actually did(!) look a bit like something put up to hold open mic session). Anyways, they started kicking it.



I had been curious over if Afasi had it in him, the ability to kick it as fresh live on stage, as on pre-recorded tracks. He held up to my mesasure, so I was pleased. Snapped a couple of photos and a short [really poor quality] video clip, which I will upload later. Anyways, this text blog is on-the-run-uploaded over my cellphone's built-in GPRS modem, so it will cost me like a smaller fortune to upload megabytes(!) of video. Like I said, later.. Hope you all have had a great night!

The holy bike that went coco..

My sweet old machine has served me well for at least a year. Now destiny's faith went another direction. The rear tire has been behaving a bit odd now and then for the last month. It's nothing new, so I guess I should have been more prepared. Anyways, today when I was doing the daily trip from work and home, the chain fell off. My hands got dirty, but it didn't care, I fixed it. Just as I had driven my course for a couple of hundred meters, it happened again. Once again I jumped off, fixed it on spot. This time it was a bit more tricky, the chain was stuck in the centre of the wheel, the way it usually happens with old bikes. Anyways, fixed it, back on track. On the next hill it happened again. I was frustrated and sick of fixing it, it must really be something else, I thought. I was probably a bit uncautious, stressed on getting home. Suddenly, the chain splitted. Damn, damn, double damn! I was angry as I "peddled" my way home. As soon as I hooked up with my beloved fiancé, I went on about how important it was to get it fixed. I had a plan, 500 SEK, and this was going to be alright. The first step was to clean the wheel, which like I said had been sounding strage. So I unattached the rear tire, and went up to my apartment with it. Weee, into the shower, where I stood and just let that hot water drain off myself and my tire. It was fabolous; something between disgusting and faschinating, really. Seeing all those [some of them perhaps 40 year old] layers of bike oil wear off. I added some washing-up liquid, aswell as So we hurried down to the local bicycle shop, asking for the price of a new chain plus the labour. First of all he seemed like he didn't know whether to laugh or cry about me, cleaning off bike-oil using H2O, 'cuz that is obviously not the way you're supposed to do it. Actually, "I could not possible have done anything more wrong", he replied, hrhrhr. When he had looked on the bike, he established that the "spike wheel" (<-- lame attempt to translate; without having a dictionary as I'm "blogging offline") was really worn, which had caused it to have sharp edges (actually, quite like little spikes), which would cut a new chain in pieces. "If I was really unlucky, it could brake apart just as I crossed the street" (after the fix). Hmm, I was feeling emptiness. My bicycle is a big part of my life, how would I manage this tragedy? He must have seen the sad look in my eyes, 'cuz he suddenly offered me a new chain lock, and said "If you fix this old chain, which probably has 'grew into' that spike wheel, making it hold on well", you could have just a few more good years with the machine. Well, actually, that time perspective (those "years") was hopefull-thinking, he didn't really say it ;) Anyways, I was glad to get a chain lock (free of charge, just like he wanted me off his store with my lame ol' machinery). So, me and my beloved one walked back home. Then what? Well, I took the broken chain up, first I cleaned it with "YES" washing-up liquid, then I added lots of fresh bike-oil. So, time for some mechanical engeneering ;) I went outside, and believe it or not, but everything went smooth as ice. I got the new chain-lock to snatch into place, without even reading a manual. Oboy, you must think I'm a total fool. Well, let me put it like this.. I'm better at building i386/AMD computers sets than working with the adjustable spanner. Anyways, I made this go well, all the way.. weeee! So, now the bike isn't just running again, it sounds smooth as ice. Oh my god, I really need to get some photos to show you this piece of sweet sherry machine. I just need to get it washed first, so It'll be ready for some model inc! :) Gosh, my English in this blog must really be a laughing matter.. Especially this time, since I'm typing it offline in a simple notepad session, I can't even use Google/online dictionaries, trying to avoid worst cases of gramar/spelling faults. Anyways, it's said that a great laugh extends life. So, now go have a pleasent weekend! Enjoy life! :-)